Red liquid fell from the skies, staining Tallahassee with its blood. Thousands of people were no longer among the living, and as if the capital city was fated to mirror that of Miami, it had fallen to ruin. Fire smothered every inch of the city, and ashes decorated the sky. A melancholy that would have grieved the coldest man swept through the streets. Frost could not move from the corner of the music store. He was sitting in a position not becoming of a demigod—more of a com

Stepping over the fallen totems, a being who was neither man nor god stared toward a galaxy not too far from Kanaria. Clutching a pendulum, he turned his gaze to a winged beast that stood behind him. “It’s okay, Pegasus,” he whispered and placed a hand on the winged-horse’s mane, the beast’s wings flapping erratically. “I’ll be back soon.” Pegasus reared back, releasing a high pitch snarl. “Please don’t go,” she whined. “The darkness will corrupt you.” “Let him go, Pegasus,”

ABOVE THE BLUE SEA, birds flew in flock. An abnormally tall man with a black hooded trench coat walked out of a fog of shadows, staring up at the cloudy sky. Looking around at what used to be a city called Miami in South Florida, he surveyed the marshes that conquered the area. The drowned city of ghosts had only a few thousand residents who were too stubborn to move. He turned and saw an elderly man fishing off the coast. The frail fisherman noticed the man staring at him i